002 - [ video ]

[byherscore]

[ An underwear thief? How quaint. It's a shame she's far more used to going without then wearing any to begin with. She doesn't even notice its lack.

However, what might be just a little... strange is that there's a Diva showing on the flickering video screen, naked and curled around a cocoon. Two, in fact. Her precious babies. Crooning, she barely spares a glance to the video screen before she tapers off into a hum. ]

See what Karl's given me? [ she still hasn't gotten over it, the little gift that showed up on her doorstep one day, almost a week ago now. ] Don't even think of taking them back. [ her eyes glint a light blue, a warning to any deity hanging around. Or anyone else for that matter. Laughing, softly, she relaxes again and croons and caresses and hoards. ]

((ooc: open action to any housemates! And officially back from vacation now /o/ ))

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[indecent_butterfly]

[Well doesn't that just explain so much. Silly boy.]

What a lovely gift.

[byherscore]

[ she's practically purring ] The best. [ well, beside getting that boy again. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

Such a thoughtful thing to acquire. [Whatever would she need him for, the end result is the same. Sort of.]

Who knew he had it in him? [Okay, ne did but mainly as they are too much the same.]

[byherscore]

[ ah, but just think of what she could do with him? All the children, all the torture, her poor, dear, sister traumatized for life.

Perfect. ] Who indeed. If he hadn't messed up the first time though... [ not that Diva holds a grudge. Not forever. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

All make mistakes. It's all a matter of how things are corrected in the end.

[byherscore]

[ she stares blankly at him. ] He still failed and now he's without an arm. [ but she may just forgive him yet. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

Yes, the silly things one does for those [that don't appreciate it] they care for.

[byherscore]

[ ah, but she does care. He's her family after all. He's just also...


expendable


like so many of the others. ] Hmmm... that's why I keep him. [ he's so much like her, impulsive, crazy, caring. He just can't do anything.

Usually. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

Because he cares...or because you do?

{Ne's honestly curious. Ne doesn't want actually want nir lord's love but Karl does seem to want her affection. Odd.]

[byherscore]

Because he's mine. [ she loved all her chevaliers, at least a little bit. She just rarely remembered why. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

[Who is ne to judge another's love?]

The same reason, One is sure, that he sticks around.

[byherscore]

[ she relaxed then, sated with motherly pride ] Perhaps. Do you know him well then? [ you're a curious one. Always asking questions, always acting concerned. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

In a manner of speaking. [What better way to confuse and create questions in others?]

[byherscore]

Do you know what he is? [ vampire, immortal...

crazed ]

[indecent_butterfly]

As well as he knows One's true nature.

[byherscore]

[ she laughed, then. ]

You're annoying.

Can't you say something else? [ one this, one that. She's getting bored. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

It is a jester's job to entertain, so what would you wish to hear little queen? A story, a song...a dirty joke?

[byherscore]

A song, then. [ she always enjoys a new song, but fail to meet her standards and...

off with your head ] Or a tale. Whatever you like.

[indecent_butterfly]

[And with a bow to the device...have a song Diva.

And good luck with that.]

[byherscore]

[ she's half asleep before he's done, but of the good sort. It's a lullaby and she cuddled all the closer to her children as he sang.

But of course she's not asleep yet. No, she opens her eyes, half lidded and smiled ] Not bad, but you could still sing better. [ not everyone is as gifted as Diva. But that's no fault of yours. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

One is just a humble jester after all, perhaps more practice is required before the next performance.

[byherscore]

[ pft ] You assume there will be another one.

[indecent_butterfly]

If not, then One shall worry not over it. [Not that ne was going to anyway. Diva's opinion or wants really don't matter.]

[byherscore]

[ she yawns yet again ] Then worry not somewhere else. I'll keep your song in mind.

[ indeed, she's half humming his song already as she turns back to her children, not caring if he continues to watch or not. Phones can truly be such, annoying little things at times. ]